Silver Creek here we stand

Lio seems to be as uncomfortable with words as he is and he indulges himself in a little bit of schadenfreude. 

Wymond is the type of person to shirk off a stranger as soon as possible without a twinge of guilt. He'll laugh with the talk-show audience and point fingers like the rest of them as the key grip and his best boy zoom in with their LED's. 

He mirrors their smile which is small and controlled like an oyster spoon. Call me Wy. When he's not thinking about the dull ache in his head he's thinking about why the High Elk is doing this to him. He lets his skin prune up and pucker lying in the caustic pool of frustration followed by guilt followed by confusion. Let's pray that you don't, he says, while thinking, it's probably better off if you do.

You'd be cleaner if you do.

Are you planning on staying around here? My family'll want to know your business if you do.